"Coco? What are you doing here?" Jacques gasped out, her eyes wide in surprise when she saw Coco walk through the door.
"I came here to help." Coco answered, closing the door behind her and stepping further into the shop.
"Oi, go back to your room and lay down! I heard from Koa that you were heavily injured when you dropped off that basket you were carrying earlier!" The butcher called out to her over his shoulders, slamming his butcher knife down on the flying pig's neck.
Jacques perked up, as if she had realized something important. "He's right, you know! Words travel fast and we heard how Koa had to rush you back to your room because you were refusing to be treated!"
"Because it wasn't really that much of a big deal." Coco said for the nth time, her voice exaggerated from having to say the same sentence over and over again.
